But I’m too old to be written about as a young poet.
I always distrust people who know so much about what God wants them to do to their fellows.
Almost everybody is enthusiastic about the promise of biotechnology to cure disease and to relieve suffering.
Now I think poetry will save nothing from oblivion, but I keep writing about the ordinary because for me it’s the home of the extraordinary, the only home.
Really to sin you have to be serious about it.
I remember how beautiful the Merrimac looked to me in childhood, the first true river I ever knew; it opened upon my sight and wound its way through my heart like a dream realized; its harebells, its rocks, and its rapids, are far more fixed in my memory than anything about the sea.
When a peace agreement is concluded between the Lebanese government and Israel, we would surely disagree with the Lebanese government about that, but we would not make any turmoil out of it.
Freedom in capitalist society always remains about the same as it was in ancient Greek republics: Freedom for slave owners.
I knew about holiness, never having missed a Sunday-school class since I started at four years. But if Jews were also religious, how could our neighbor with the grease-grimy shirt use the word ‘damn’ about them?
Many people leave government disillusioned about its ability to achieve change and cynical about politicians. I left with rather opposite lessons.